No, Henry is not thinking of becoming a skin-head, he's just standing next to the ancient Kuna Yala symbol, found on their flags and buildings. In 1925 after the Panamanian police repeatedly and violently tried to suppress their cultural, the Kuna people finally revolted and eventually won their sovereignty. There are approximately 35,000 Kuna people in the San Blas Islands.
Of all the exotic wildlife we have enjoyed seeing, my favorite has been the three-toed tree sloths. They seem so gentle and peaceful, and have such a serene countenance. I wish I could bring one home, but they only eat the leaves of certain rainforest trees.
This man could use some new kevlar racing sails.
Lora sports the traditional Kuna fashion, a reverse-applique, painstakingly stitched, mola blouse. Her scarf is also typical in the San Blas islands. She declined the typical gold nose-ring.
We borrowed branch president, Lucio Arocemena's sailing ulu, for a little tippy fun. Steering with an oar is a bit tricky at first, but we stayed dry. Does Lora look worried?
When the line on the reel starts zipping out, sometimes it just means seaweed, this time William (14) caught a nice dog-toothed tuna which we ate with the usual garlic and lime over rice with a few sprinkles of salt and pepper.
Lora and Pauli (8) pose with the Chief Sahila of Ustupu, Octavio de Leon. The Kuna people are the second shortest on the planet after the Pygmies in Africa, but ironically all the boys love basketball (second only to soccer). Each inhabited island is governed by an elected Sahila or leader. There is is primary sahila, and usually two assistants and a secretary. One of the secretary's tasks is to collect money from each visiting yacht, usually $5-10. A few of the islands have LDS sahilas. Most days there is a "congreso" where the people of the island get together with the sahilas to talk about problems, news, developments, etc.
A boat full of boisterous but happy boys.
The larger of these pretty-colored fish sell for about 50 cents.
We've been eating a lot of fruits and vegetables that we have never seen before, much of which we can't pronounce or spell.
Kuna outhouses hang over the water. One man, on a nearby island, was bitten by a Crocodile while minding his latrine business. The croc was later hunted down, killed, and eaten.
Ustupu is the Venice of the San Blas Islands. There is a small maze of canals all around, and dugout ulus everywhere. Though there are hundreds of uninhabited islands, for some reason the Kuna Yala people prefer to crowd together in their huts built of bamboo and palm fronds.
Lora displays our dinner. A few minutes ago, he was scuttling about on the deck.
I was offered this little fellow for $1.50 and was told he would make an excellent stew. "I've already eaten," I said, "but thanks."
The Kuna women supplement their husband's salaries by making molas and foisting them upon cruisers. The Kuna Yala are a matriarchal society. Supposedly the women choose their husbands, and he moves in with her family.
The Kuna are excellent sailors, and I was always fascinated by their little dugouts. Some of them even had jibs. These boys from Playon Chico are, like us, out playing pirate.
These girls on Tikantiki a.k.a. Niadup (Devil island) offered to sell me some chirpy little birds. Alas, I politely declined. The birds were actually biting the girls, thus their expressions.
In virtually all the villages we visited, boys would show off for us by doing hand-stands.
If we let him, Parker (3) would play in the sand and water all day. 
"When I grow up, I'll have my own sailing ulu."
We spent a couple of wonderful afternoons on BBQ island, the favorite cruiser hangout.
We actually heard the boys say, "Not lobster again?" This big fellow cost us a whopping $4. In the San Blas islands, we almost got tired of eating lobster and crab.
On BBQ island, cruisers gather for a pot-luck dinner every Monday. When we were there, about 50 sailboats showed up. Since a small well has been dug there, Lora and I did laundry. 
This tasty little Crevalle Jack was caught on the island of Salardup.
We met Sister Dorinda Lopez in the traditional dress along with her daughter Patricia Jaen (9) at the LDS branch in Nargana. Since this is a matriarchal society, the women keep their own last name, but the children take the father's surname.
Ludicia Hernandez (12) is a real sweetie. She taught me a few Kuna words. All the school children speak Kuna at home and Spanish at school. She holds up a Kuna language Book of Mormon. Where ever Lora and I went on the islands, we were followed by up to 30 children at a time.
These students are taking a maritime class in hopes of working for the Panama Canal (one of the few possibilities for a good job for the Kuna people, where schools only go to the 6th grade.) These students had to learn several hundred esoteric nautical terms in English (like schooner, yawl, ketch, bolt-rope, scupper, fairlead, stanchion, hawse-pipe, etc.) so we volunteered to show them the ropes aboard our boat in hopes of adding a little practical training to what had merely been theory for them. Since there were 38 students, we had to have them aboard in two shifts or might have had to add the word "capsize" to their list.
"Lisa" is one of the most famous mola makers, known for fastidiously small stitches and intricate designs. Lora has a hard time choosing one.
Another cool plant suitable for Christmas festivities. Watch out poinsettias.
There are sailing ulus everywhere, and I never tired of taking pictures of them. Boisterous is just visible in the background, anchored off Nargana.
Nothing beats playing on a pristine playa. The Kuna Yala people are scattered among the 365 San Blas islands that strech for about 230 miles. Only about 65 islands are inhabited.
William and Henry are avid anglers, often catching our supper.
While snorkeling around our anchored boat we saw several docile nurse sharks, and though William and Henry, to their delight, managed to hook them several times, to Lora's relief, they were never able to land them.
Here, we are anchored in a place called the "hot tub" where we did some of our best snorkeling.
Parker puts together a learn-how-to-count puzzle. 
We made lasting friends among the beautifu people of the San Blas Islands, and though we've only been gone a week, already we long to return.
